Wizard Earl

Even though he had done everything he could, Connor couldn't help but feel a little uneasy as he watched Varga's petite figure walk into the energy array. But just like when Connor himself broke through in the Tunguska Caves, no one but yourself could make you a Level 1 Wizard!

Shaking his head, Connor sat down on the ground outside the energy array. At this moment, the only way he could help Varga was to protect her and prevent anything else from interfering with her breakthrough!

Sitting on the ground, gazing at the silent surroundings, Connor's thoughts drifted to Varga's words: if Varga could break through to become a Level One Wizard, she would agree to Connor and Margaret's relationship...

Thinking of this, Connor's heart couldn't help but burn with excitement. If everything went smoothly, perhaps Connor Ferguson's good fortune of having multiple wives would be just around the corner. Now, there was only about a month left until his one-year agreement with Varga. Varga must have already boarded the train to Frosinone by now.

At this moment, Connor would never have imagined that Margaret, whom he had been longing for, would actually be dining at the Ferguson Hotel, a business owned by the Ferguson family, located at 17 Candos Avenue in downtown Frosinone. Of course, Margaret was not in her true form at this time; she was still disguised as the blonde girl Caroline.

Sitting in private room number three on the second floor of the hotel, looking at the fragrant and delicious food on the table, Margaret showed no intention of eating. On the contrary, she looked indifferent, as if she was waiting for someone.

While Margaret waited, footsteps echoed in the corridor outside the private room. However, the owner of the footsteps, a tall, imposing middle-aged man in a sharp suit, did not stop outside Margaret's private room. Instead, he entered private room number five, which was not far from Margaret's private room number three.

Margaret showed no surprise at this. A faint smile appeared on her face. Then she took out a seemingly unremarkable bronze mirror from her spatial ring and gently touched it. The image of the middle-aged man who had just entered room number five with such an air of importance immediately appeared in the bronze mirror!

Looking at the middle-aged man's face in the bronze mirror, which bore a resemblance to Connor's, Varga remained unsurprised, though a hint of conflict appeared on her face!

Just as Varga was struggling with her decision, the middle-aged man in the bronze mirror stood in the center of the room, surveying the furnishings. Seeing that nothing had changed, he cut a small gash in his finger and flicked a few drops of blood onto the wall. The blood that was flicked onto the wall did not flow at all; instead, it seemed to be absorbed by the wall. Most strangely, the wall that had absorbed the blood showed no trace of blood.

Watching the wall absorb his blood, the middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction, then knelt on the floor. As he knelt, a blood-red barrier appeared half a meter around him, enveloping him. With the appearance of this blood-red barrier, the image in Margaret's bronze mirror was also shrouded in a blood-red color, becoming very blurry. Only the figure of the middle-aged man in the image could be vaguely seen!

Seeing this, Margaret frowned slightly and hesitated for a moment, but still refrained from making any move for fear of alerting the other party. Just then, the middle-aged man in the crimson barrier carefully took out a very ancient pocket watch engraved with blood patterns from his robes and placed it on the ground. He then devoutly addressed the pocket watch, saying, "Supreme Blood Moon Lord Philo, please heed the summons of your humble servant, Warrent Ferguson!"

Upon hearing the name Warren Ferguson, even though she already knew his identity, Margaret couldn't help but feel a little conflicted. If this middle-aged man were anyone else, she could act without any scruples, but unfortunately, he was Warren Ferguson, not only a member of the Ferguson family, but also the younger brother of Alfredo Ferguson, the head of the Ferguson family, and Connor Ferguson's uncle!

Margaret wants to be with Connor, so she's in a difficult position when facing Connor's family...

As Margaret struggled with her decision, the pocket watch within the crimson barrier emitted a dark red glow, transforming into a crimson orb that floated in mid-air. At the same time, a hoarse voice emanated from this orb.

"Warrent Ferguson, has your nephew Connor Ferguson returned to the Ferguson family?"

In response to the question emanating from the crimson orb, Warren Ferguson, kneeling on the ground, respectfully replied, "Informing Lord Philo, although our Ferguson family has sent people to Rune to search for Connor Ferguson, we have not found any trace of him there. Therefore, our family currently does not know where he is!"

Upon hearing Warren Ferguson's reply, Lord Philo became extremely angry, and a furious roar erupted from the crimson orb: "Fool! Connor Ferguson has been back in Frosinone for almost a year, and you still haven't found him? Don't you realize that without Connor Ferguson prolonging Alfredo's life, could Alfredo, in his exhausted state, have lasted this long? What a waste!"

Sensing Philo's rage emanating from the crimson orb, Warren Ferguson became even more terrified, his body trembling as he knelt on the ground.

Although Lord Philo sounded extremely angry, after a few dozen seconds of silence, he regained his composure and asked Warren Ferguson, "How much time does your brother, Alfredo Ferguson, have left?"

"The doctor said we only have one week left!" Warren Ferguson said in a low voice, a hint of sadness in his expression. It seemed that he and his brother, Sir Alex Ferguson, still had a very good relationship.

"With Alfredo dead, Connor Ferguson will likely return to your Ferguson family to attend his father's funeral. When that happens, remember to do as I taught you. Do not let Connor Ferguson discover that you have become a junior wizard apprentice. Otherwise, given his ruthlessness, even if you are his second uncle, you will not have a good end!" The hoarse voice of "Lord Philo" once again came from within the crimson orb.